He didn’t like songs but I found them at least palatable. I smoke a bit listening. Her choice of songs have improved over the years. I finish my cigarette, crushing the stub under my boots and go back from where I came. Nowhere.
I think we both know the answer to the song. We’d be doing nothing and be with no one. But we’d say goodbye to the previous year all the same.
I think we both know the answer to the song. We’d be doing nothing and be with no one. But we’d say goodbye to the previous year all the same.
Well maybe… It’s about time he showed up.
*disappears in the cloud of smoke*